Two Halves: Chapter V

Chapter V: Two: Fates

            Seaman Pete Romero died December 7, 1941. 

At least, that was what Amy figured. Since she wasn’t his family legally, no official telegram or notice was ever sent to her.  It took her a year to get some sort of confirmation even though when she never heard from him, she knew it had to be true.  She spent months rereading every letter Pete had sent to her and attempted to track down anyone he mentioned.  Finally, from a merciful clerk at Pete’s training base in California, she was able to locate the cook he mentioned in his last letter.  Lewey, or William Lewiston as she discovered, was discharged after he lost one of his legs during the attack.  He lived in Alabama. 

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Two Halves: Chapter I

Chapter I: Two Stories

            Amy sighed while sitting at the bar.  She rubbed her finger along the glass rim.  Even though she had just looked, she couldn’t help but looking at her watch again as if that would force her sister to come to her so they could go home. Deep down she knew she would go home alone.  Again. But still she played along to the game they had somehow fell into without ever discussing it. Her sister, Ruth, and her were so different yet Amy loved her.  Even though Ruth was older Amy felt like she needed to protect her.  Even if the person Ruth needed the most protection from was usually herself.

            That’s why Amy sat at a bar even though she would rather not be sitting there that particularly hot July day.  Of late, the bar had become somewhat of a military hangout spot.  Soldiers heading to basic training, soldiers on leave, and the women looking for a good but short time with a soldier congregated at this place. Ruth fell into that last category.  Amy was always a little uncomfortable but Ruth seemed to thrive in the atmosphere.

“Here again, Amy?” a voice asked.

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